559: Chapter 559

The Fire Dao genius who was the first to be dragged onto the sacrificial altar was still twitching on the ground.

That person had originally possessed vigorous vital energy and blood, standing like a ball of fire.

Now, his entire body had shriveled up.

His hair had turned white.

His flesh was withered and dry.

Even the divine light in his eyes had scattered.

The spiritual energy within his body plummeted like it was falling off a cliff; first it dropped from the Three Origins Realm, then through the Heavenly Spirit, and continued to fall until he could barely even stabilize the aura of a basic Body Tempering Realm Cultivator.

Before long, the man collapsed on the ground, with only his chest still rising and falling.

He was alive.

But he looked worse than death.

On the other side of the altar, the aura of that Holy Body Seed had clearly surged by a significant margin.

The precious light surrounding his body grew even brighter.

The Saint Runes on his Physical Body, which had been somewhat ethereal, actually stabilized quite a bit at this moment.

Even his stance became more grounded.

That Saint Body pressure forced the faces of those standing nearby to turn pale.

At this point, everyone understood.

The crowd instantly exploded.

“Are you people insane?”

“Using us to nourish him?”

“Beichen Ancient Clan, you lot are not worthy of being called an Ancient Clan!”

Someone raised their hand and struck out.

One Divine Ability after another smashed against the surrounding formation barriers, causing the outer walls of the altar to shake continuously.

Someone roared at the Venerable in fury.

“What kind of evil technique is this?”

“Are you not afraid that if word gets out, the whole world will unite to execute you?”

Others reacted quickly, immediately grabbing the people beside them.

“Don't split up! Charge the eastern corner of the Formation with me!”

“Break a hole in it first!”

The scene instantly turned into a chaotic mess.

Shouts, curses, and the sounds of impacts were all crammed together.

But the more chaotic it became, the worse things got.

Those formation runes flickered as they were struck, but they didn't collapse; instead, they lit up layer by layer.

The ancient runes on the ground began to wander.

It was as if they had come to life.

Qin Yun stood at the edge of the crowd, motionless.

He didn't charge forward with them.

He merely looked up, his Heart Heavy Pupils fully opened.

Rushing blindly now was pointless.

First, they had no means to directly confront a Venerable.

Second, this was the ancestral land of the Beichen Ancient Clan; who knew if there were even older things watching from the shadows, such as an old Saint.

Third, the Yangchen Technique could not be used again in such a short time.

His body hadn't recovered yet.

Doing it again would truly ruin him.

Under the Heart Heavy Pupils, the flow of spiritual runes throughout the entire ancestral land unfolded layer by layer.

Qin Yun first looked at the outermost perimeter.

Those formation runes looked complex, but in reality, the core had only one Main Lineage.

All the extracted Luck first flowed into three Luck-suppressing vessels beneath the altar.

Then it converged from the Luck-suppressing vessels toward the central axis.

Finally, it was all sent to the Holy Body Seed in the center.

His gaze shifted to look at that Saint Body.

The position the other party was standing in was not chosen at random.

The black-gold sacrificial stone beneath his feet was the true eye of the Formation.

And the vertical ancient rune behind him was the Luck pathway most deeply connected to him.

It wasn't just beneath his feet.

His chest, the center of his brows, and his spine each had an extremely thin Life Pattern connected to the altar.

What would happen if it were forcibly interrupted from the outside?

Qin Yun stared at several key nodes and ran a simulation; his expression darkened.

He couldn't act recklessly.

This Formation was already intertwined with the Luck of everyone present.

If he truly acted recklessly, the first to have a problem wouldn't be the Beichen Ancient Clan.

It would be those of them who were locked in.

At best, their Foundations would be severely damaged.

At worst, they would all be buried together.

He withdrew his gaze and finally spoke.

“Everyone, stop.”

His voice wasn't loud.

But it was very clear.

“Attacking blindly is useless.”

“The more chaos there is, the faster the Formation locks on.”

“Stop for now; don't give it any more power to borrow.”

Several people nearby turned to look at him.

Their expressions were all unpleasant.

“What kind of thing do you think you are, to be fit to give orders here?”

“Standing there doing nothing and pretending to be profound—do you really think you've figured it out?”

“If you want to stop, stop yourself! I don't want to wait around for death!”

Another person sneered directly.

“In a life-and-death crisis, you expect us to trust a stranger?”

“Do you really take everyone else for a fool?”

Qin Yun looked at them and didn't try to persuade them further.

He had already spoken.

Whether they listened or not was their business.

As expected.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd became even more chaotic.

Some continued to attack the Formation.

Some charged toward the other side of the altar.

Some tried to hide behind ancient artifacts amidst the confusion.

At this moment, the Luck-transferring Great Array seemed to be fully activated.

With a boom.

The ancient runes on the ground all lit up.

One after another, Formation rune chains surged out from the ground, directly binding the crowd.

“Get lost!”

“Don't touch me!”

“Save me!”

Screams of agony instantly rang out.

A young man, claimed to be the greatest Prodigy of a certain Imperial Dynasty throughout history, had just risen half a meter into the air when his ankles were ensnared by three chains, dragging him brutally back to the ground.

Another dark horse Loose Cultivator raised his saber to strike.

As the saber fell, the chains actually followed the Saber Intent and coiled back up, dragging him toward the altar.

Others clung desperately to stone pillars.

But they were still dragged over, inch by inch.

Every time one was dragged in.

The aura of that Holy Body Seed would surge.

The Saint Runes grew brighter.

The pressure from his Physical Body became heavier.

He stood in the center of the altar with his eyes closed, clearly also enduring the impact, but the benefits to his body were tangibly increasing.

This was the essence of this ancient technique.

Using the Luck of a group of Prodigies as fuel.

Forcibly stacking it onto one person.

If this continued.

This Saint Body would only become harder and harder to deal with.

Seeing this, Qin Yun understood in his heart.

He couldn't wait any longer.

But he also knew very well that he couldn't break the Formation from a distance right now, nor could he take the initiative to suppress the Venerable.

In that case, he could only take another path.

Since this Formation was swallowing the Luck of others.

Then why couldn't he, in turn, swallow the Luck of this Saint Body?

He also possessed secret techniques related to Luck.

The Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record.

However, this secret technique required establishing a Luck Life Seed with the opponent before one could swallow their Luck.

Under normal circumstances, this would require a long-term setup.

But right now, this Luck-transferring Great Array could precisely help him complete this step.

A light flashed in Qin Yun's eyes.

Enter the game.

He had to take the initiative to enter the game.

At that moment, the young girl with extremely strong spiritual perception by the altar was also ensnared by a chain around her wrist, and her face instantly turned pale.

She saw that Qin Yun was still standing there and shouted through gritted teeth.

“Didn't you say you had a way?!”

Qin Yun glanced at her.

He didn't answer.

In the next instant, his foot suddenly shifted, stepping precisely into a spot where the formation runes were densest.

As his foot landed, several Luck chains nearby instantly coiled around him.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yun's arms, waist, and legs were all bound.

Someone in the crowd saw this, and their expression changed.

“Even he can't hold out anymore?”

“He was acting so calm just now.”

“Turns out he's just the same.”

The Venerable stood on high, watching this scene, a trace of coldness finally appearing on his face.

In his eyes, someone with great Luck like Qin Yun should have been the final, crowning ingredient.

Now that he had delivered himself, it couldn't be better.

Qin Yun, however, didn't struggle at all.

He allowed the chains to drag him toward the altar.

It looked like he couldn't hold on.

In reality, all of his focus was pressed onto that core torrent of Luck.

The closer he got.

The clearer it became.

The moment he was dragged into the Luck-extraction zone, a complete Luck transmission finally appeared between him and that Holy Body Seed.

Now is the time.

Qin Yun's mind sank, and the Python Sparrow Swallowing Dragon Record instantly began to operate.

Taking advantage of the moment the other party was extracting his Luck, he reverse-captured this destiny connection.

Luck Life Seed, condense.

An extremely faint Life Seed mark silently formed between the two.

The other party wanted to extract his Luck.

He, in turn, followed this line and seized the other party's Luck.

The corner of Qin Yun's mouth twitched slightly.

It was very cold.

“Come on.”

“Let's see who's tougher.”